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Gay porn web chroniclers Cybersocket have been getting calls recently from an Episcopal Church in Los Angeles’ Echo Park neighborhood where a dumpster keeps filling up with thousands of their penis-filled magazines.

The poem is called “The Platonic Blow” and is included in a new volume called The Best American Erotic Verse, and as New York Magazine puts it, it’s basically “like a Penthouse forum letter… with no women.” Auden (pictured, right, with lover Christopher Isherwood) apparently wrote it in 1948 and circulated it only among friends, but when an unauthorized publication occurred in 1965 he denied writing it. Auden was openly gay his entire life, traveling to Weimar Berlin in 1929 because it was the only place in Europe where one could be openly gay. But this poem was written in New York, on “a spring day… when the air/ Smelled like a locker room.” It’s about picking up a stranger on a stoop for an anonymous blowjob, and lest you believe that gay sex prior to the 1970s was always furtive and shameful and conducted in through a glory hole while wearing a tweed suit, this poem will prove otherwise.

Oh, the timeliness of it all! Just as Bravo’s token gay brainchild that is Project Runway draws to a close this week, the webs are alive with sightings and outtakes of queen minstrel Tim Gunn, so we thought we’d give you this quick roundup of all things sad and marvelous featuring the white-haired wonder himself. Come on, you know you’ll miss him!

It all started Friday with this Gawker Stalker item, the lede being “Tim Gunn is Sad.”  It seems little Tim was spotted alone and bereft-seeming at Upper East Side sugar daddy/hustler lounge The Townhouse. When the spotter tried approaching him for some friendly starfuckery, Herr Gunn simply mouthed, “Go away.”  We can’t vouch for the classiness/classlessness of the approach, or if there was a cocktail napkin autograph demand involved, but the image remains oddly haunting.